#like my guy that gram is gonna get punched down your throat in about 5 seconds

[graunblida]

still thinking about the dude trying to light his blunt next to the pit during knocked loose's set.

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader, Part 5.)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like the scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: let's give my love Fez some space, finally bring him to the story. The reader is at the party Jules was talking about. Hey ho, let's go!

Word Count: 4 K

Warnings: Okay, okay. We are going too off-rails here. Drinking, drug usage... You know it. But no under-age sex kids. Have your own head. 

Read the rest here, babe:  PART 1  PART 2  PART 3  PART 4

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Sometimes, even when you actually find someone to be cool with, some fam of your own, the feeling of loneliness and fear comes back to you when they are not around. Sometimes you know it's coming because you feel it getting stronger in your heart. Sometimes it takes you by a surprise.

That's the danger of this feeling - you can stay in the middle of a high school party with a cup of booze in your left hand and with a lit-up cigarette in the second one and even though you should feel the life around you, you start to feel numb to all of it. You feel to be all alone. In the middle of that big and scary world.

It feels like the time is stopping right in front of your eyes as everybody's movements become slower and slower in your own head. The smoke coming out of a mouth of some black-haired chick appears too detailed, a boy who just inhaled a gram of cocaine is in the world of bliss as you can see in face and the group which was playing beer pong has the flying ball levitating in the middle of the table as they wait for it to fall down. That your perception of the world at those moments.

You are smoking and you're slightly drunk. You should feel happy, in one place and yet it doesn't come together at all.

The loneliness hits you from the darkness every single time. The feeling of being all alone in the middle of everything is unbearable, you're completely confused because you can't seem to find your own place in the crowd. Many of us felt it at some point. That you're an alien between all of those kids.

Especially when she has done it again. Left you to have your fun and left off to have some weed with her newfound friends. Fran was irresponsible at times. You were still underage as most of the kids out there - if the police would have found out, you were fucked. Like seriously fucked.

You made your way to the kitchen, finished your cigarette and poured four shots of vodka in a row to drink them all by yourself. And you knew that you'll have more. Who would pick up on that? There were probably a hundred bottles of spirits. One won't be missed. These kids were rich as hell. They could buy all the vodka in the world.

You stood there, holding the counter, feeling the taste of cigarette in your mouth, trying to get over the burning of the vodka in your throat, making it's way to your stomach. Then you sighed and poured another four for you. And drank them in an instance.

The courage slowly filled your veins and your head as the world around started to spin slowly, everyone being a ghost of themselves. They were empty shelves of themselves, only you felt real.

"What the fuck ya think ya doin', dawg?" - You heard Rue's angry voice as she held some guy's hoodie I'm her palms. They were filming you. Great. Jules' hands slipped onto your neck, holding you in one place.

"Have ya seen that chick pouring that booze down, Rue? Calm down." - The boy laughed, but Rue shook him with all of her strength.

"If ya don't delete that shit now, we will see how good you'll be at pouring vodka down yo ass. Whaddaya say?" - She huffed angrily. All of a sudden a Latino girl with black hair appeared. You knew it was Maddy. Your so-called friend.

"What's your problem, Rue?" - She screamed and looked at both of them, tearing them apart.

"This little shit was filmin' my fuckin' friend. Tell him to call his shit off." - Rue went against him, almost punching him straight to the face. Maddy took a good at you and then she looked on the boy.

"Listen up you bitches. If anyone will try to harm this new girl, I and Nate will make your life a living hell. So let her be shitheads and mind your own fucking business." - She yelled over the music. Maddy took your side, she was defending you and your girls for some reason. Maybe it was a true truce. She shooshed them off and then approached you and Jules with Rue by her side. Rue almost lost her shit for you.

You slowly realized that you are friends for real. This wasn't a silly pretending game. Rue would beat the shit our him because of you.

"Sorry about that. The boys can be dicks here. Enjoying your night?" - Maddy smiled and smoothed your shoulder tenderly. To your intoxicated brain, it appeared that she truly cares for you and for your well being. You nodded, giving her a small smile. - "Gonna find Nate. If you need anything, just find me or text me." - Maddy said confidently, letting her black hair drop over her shoulder in long, beautiful black waves. You watched her as she left all of you and disappeared between the clouds of young drunk people.

"Well, that was unexpected." - Rue whispered and supported you while you walked. Her long face was all around her think face with seriously sharp contours, her eyes were surrounded by glitter and blue eyeshadow. You knew Jules was responsible for Rue's look because you knew that only Jules has that blue on her palette. She had a tight blue bra with long laces under her breasts and high-waisted blue denim shorts accompanied by a long old hoodie and her Converse shoes. - "Sometimes I wonder how she pulls that off, but that was fuckin' awesome." - She said to you and you felt as a cold breeze hit your face when she somehow got both of you through a big door.

You didn't know how Jules is looking that night - you couldn't seem to bring her focus on her. You only saw bright pink shorts or skirt. But she held your hand all the way to some sofa outside around a big fireplace.

"Gonna get some coffee for her. Eight shots? That's fuckin' wild you bad bitch. Look after her, you two." - Rue helped you to sit down. At that point, you finally realized that there's not only Jules when she next to you and brought your head to her shoulder. A man in a rainbow-striped sweater and jeans sat there and smoked - you quickly realized that he has some kush because it smelled all the way to you.

It seemed that his face is blurry for you, but you knew that sweater. You saw him wearing it once or twice. The man from the small shop which looked like a gas station. The one who sold you a cherry soda on a debt. That was him.

"Not lookin' like cherry soda anymore, girl." - A tired male voice laughed and it felt like it was taking all over your body, sending vibrations to all the right places all over you. He was chilled out of his mind, his mind exploring every last piece of Nirvana and space. - "More like booze, make ya feel good, girl?"

“Didn't know you planned to be here, Fez.” - Jules said and smoothed your hair as she watched Fez on the sofa. Fez just nodded a little but didn't answered, because it looked like he started to drift off to the distance. 

“Hey man, have not seen you for eternity. Dat's ma girl Y/N. This is Fez.” - Rue walked to you with a big cup of coffee and smoothed your hair gently. She introduced you to Fez, a man or a boy, who were you seeing when you rode through the town a hundred times. The boy whom you liked pretty much. But even though you talked for the second or third time, you liked him a lot. His presence was calming down because he was an overly calm person. 

“Nice to meet ya, newbie.” - Fez laughed it all off and looked at you, as you drank your coffee. 

The word around you stopped once again as you watched Fezco with a curious look on your face. You felt as the hot coffee made by Rue slipped through your lips, but you were mesmerized by Fezco. In those red-blue-violet lights, he looked like a handsome young man, the smoke was setting off his lips slowly. The sweater made him look incredibly young, he was even smiling a bit, being all chilled out of his fucking head.

It was like seeing a treasure for the first time, beginning to explore some strange land or being mesmerized by a siren. All of those things mixed up together in one perfect essence that created Fez altogether.

“You alrite?” - Rue giggled when you stared in Fezco's for almost a full minute. You just smiled at her sloppily, drunkenly and kissed her forehead slowly. The loneliness was gone thanks to them, to the two people in this town who cared about you with love. 

“I love you so much, guys.” - The weight of your body leaned to Jules's body and you closed your eyes lazily and happily as Rue put her head on your knees, smiling as well. Thanks to them you were slowly taking steps with un-missing your old hometown. 

You took a deep breath and Rue looked up to you with her typical smile. Your Rue-Rue was back to tell ya all about that Morgan Freeman bullshit. 

But as much as you loved your girls, as much your drunken ass was thirsting for Fezco. You might have been into Fez normally, but now you were fucking out of your mind, everything felt so easy. You gave the rest of the coffee to Rue-Rue and went in front of Fez, he was still smoking his blunt or joint, you could never tell. 

“Come and dance with me, Fez. Please.” - You begged with a smile full of your teeth and your eyes closed a bit. Fezco giggled, he was high as a kite and took it as a joke, meanwhile, Rue climbed next to Jules, watching the two of you. - “I mean it, Fez. You and me, the dancefloor. Come.” 

Rue shot a quick look to Jules and smiled at the both of you. She knew that shell finds out what was behind Fez asking about yo ass. You met, somehow, probably in his shop and he liked you. And per se, it was a two-sided thing. 

“Fez, don't be a silly ass. Get up and take her hand. She is one fine girl. I swear.” - Rue put a palm on her heart as a scout who is swearing on America's flag. Fez laughed in a pleasant tone.

“I'm too hig' to have this conversation rite now.” - He said and looked at you as he watched you standing in front of his knees. 

“He's a good boy. You'll see. I would take a bullet for him. Come on, boyo. Go for 'er, tiger.” - Rue smiled at Fez and Jules trailed her fingers on Rue's thigh. 

“She drunk. Let it be, Rue-Rue. Will not make it worse for her.” - Fez answered and smiled lazily. 

And had a point even tho even didn't tried to. He was seriously muted down because of that weed he had smoked that evening. You stood in front of him in a tight tank top that showed most of your boobs, long Adidas sports shorts and watched him with a dead serious face. You were not in a mood to play around games with Fez and you wanted him to touch you, to be with you, maybe to fuck you on the restrooms. 

You were ready to become corrupted at that party, at that moment, with Fezco by your side in front of everyone's eyes, drunk or not. You wanted it as bad as anything before. Rue almost OD herself, Jules was fucking weird older guys just to feel like a true girl. What reason you had to stay innocent at that point? 

The others have done worse things at an even younger age than you were at. Why should you hold back? You were almost eighteen. You were young. You felt like nobody could stop you, on the top of the world, higher than the clouds could ever reach. Mount Everest ain't got shit on you at the moment. You slowly leaned down, took a hold of the sofa with your palm, looking Fezco under you body up and down.

Fezco held your body with his gaze as well, smoothing your skin with red eyes and dark pupils. The blue color in the wild mix made his gaze completely flat nonetheless. As you were used to, he looked tired and kinda all over the place. But his palms were still lying in his lap, not touching you physically.

He was a man with manners even though his looks and his attitudes, he knew he has to act well around ladies, Fezco was aware of ladies being the more gentle and fragile ones, the ones who needed a strong shoulder to protect them. So he decided not to take advantage of your state. That would be just rude even if he didn't like you.

Yeah. Fezco found your whole appearance cute, you were messy just like his younger sista' from anotha mista' Rue, so that made him protective of you in the first place. You looked so clean to him, you were all innocent, too young to know anything about the underground world he was in and in which he took Rue and Ash down with him. It felt like a new wind in his direction. Fez was used to the corrupted teens of his hometown - but you were shy, new and tried to find your place in the city. That was something Fez wasn't used to. But he wouldn't say it out loud.

"Come on, man. Nothin' wrong ain't happen to ya. Just give her one of two dances. Don't be a fool." - Rue patted shoulder when you slowly climbed on his left thigh, hugging it tightly with your thigs a with your palms roaming all around his neck and shoulders. He was watching you with no intention to stop. He exhaled out loud, closing his eyes and inhaling another shot from his blunt, still being completely chilled under your body, only his left thigh was tensed as hell.

The small place where your bodies melted in one, your crotch being all splayed out all over his thigh, was almost burning. A war was progressing in his mind - his mind was all foggy, covered in the weed mist, was all loosed and ignoring, but his body felt the need to react on your touch. What should he do? Should he stay high, turning your unsaid offer down or just take your hand and dance?

"I don't think that's a good idea, newbie." - He said and exhaled and just at the moment, you leaned down, holding his face in your palms and inhaling the smoke coming out of his lungs. Fran warned you numerous times - shots were far worse than having a joint. But you decided to fuck that. Meanwhile, his eyes concentrated at your almost melted lips, your head bent backward and you exhaled slowly, playing with the smoke with your tongue, cycling it around in your mouth.

What was enough was enough. He maybe was there because of his private business things, but you were a serious number, a hotshot per se. You felt as you stood up bevause he did, your lips still almost locked. You were bat-shit crazy; you knew his name since that very evening and yet you almost climbed him like a mountain.

"Have you changed your mind?" - The warm, almost plushy feeling like warm skin on your lips touched his neck in a fast move, but it was hardly considered as a kiss or so. You just kept him close. That makes the others took notice of you, but nobody said a single word. Whether it was because of Fez or bevause of what Maddy said, it was cool.

"Maybe." - A whisper was delivered right to your ear. You smiled at Rue and Jules who were making out of the sofa, Rue showed you thumbs up and you lead the stoned man into the living room, to the beating heart of the party. Everyone was there, the cringy couples were there, the lonely stoners or fucking drunk people, or the creepy loners. None of them were scaring you off, because you held his fingers in yours with a tight grip.

Ten minutes later, Fezco was fucking sure that you're the sweeter version of the devil just acting all innocent, but having it all in you when you had enough alcohol to drink. You stood in front of him, swaying your lips, moving your head from the side and held his shoulders in your hands, maybe being too harsh with your nails. But he seemed to be into it, so you refused to stop right there.

The time probably slowed down for somebody at the party, seeing your ass bouncing at Fezco's crotch, with a sinful smile on your face, your back arched back and your palms lightly touching him. For them, you would look happy with a sweaty face, rosy cheeks and happy, shining eyes.

Naturally, Fez in your company caught the stare of many. Everyone, probably except you, knew he's dealing on the most of the teen parties because the teen drive for some good trip was fucking huge - but he was never seen doing anything except sitting and smoking weed, sometimes selling a private custom made orders. This was the first time he was seen doing anything else except drinking with the kids.

That made the news spread quickly, but it brought more attention to you, whether you wanted it or not - Maddy was right. The local boys were dicks.

The provocative moves of your ass and hips caught the attention of almost thirty, but your boobs were a killer. And you looked beautiful when you looked back at Fez and smiled when he decided not to leave you alone in it - his eyes gently circled around your hips as he moved with yours. Not in sync - but in the exact opposite direction.

A lot of girls whispered around when you made a spin around, slowly getting down on your knees, riding his right side from his hip down to his feet with your crotch, looking him deep in the eyes, biting your lip and basically dry humping in front of everyone. You looked magical, as your hair fell out of the bun and the red-yellow lights lighted up your moves with a second between appearing again.

It looked like a movie made out of photos.

But nobody took it like if you tried to make yourself cum in front of them - they were used to those dance move from Maddy and Nate who did it all the time on parties or school balls. You were at least somehow dressed - Maddy walked there practically naked on these events daily. But there were other speculations.

What the fuck did you two had together, how did it happen and if you were his girl actually. They didn't ask - they just took you all Lykke Li Late Night Feelings move as an answer.

But you didn't react to any of those looks or words, you just stuck your nails into his leg harder and slowly swayed your hips his direction just you began to stand up. Only if you knew what thing have crossed his mind at that exact moment - but he stopped himself before actually going in with those details because he knew your exact age.

Rue, your best friend of the last three weeks told him about you because he saw the three of you riding a bike together and you truly were cute, especially when you have him a shy smile and those all puppy Y/C eyes. She was curious about how he knew you, but Fez just smiled and didn't answer.

He helped you as you climbed back on your feet, circling your hand around the back of his neck and catching his cheek in your hand as you leaned to kiss him.

And at the moment he knew, he was practically sure that everything will go to shit. You were too drunk to slow down or stop yourself and Fezco didn't want to stop. He could barely image how you tasted, but just as your body hugged his tighter, you closed your eyes and let him tasting every piece of you. Your hips made his move in the rhythm but he felt that you bumped and humped his junk more or less. But he let his palms to travel down your waist to cup your ass tenderly. When you just held him tighter, you felt how the grip on your ass began to be almost unbearably right, holding you in one place.

Any of you knew how long you were there and just made out in the middle of the dance floor, but when you ended, you took his hand out of your ass and walked him to the pool in the back, kicking your speakers on and slowly entered the water still dressed up. Fez stopped you for a minute, so you looked at him with a curious stare. Then, when his flat baby blue eyes still looked unsure, you took off your tank top and threw it in the direction of your sneakers.

You will never have a single idea of how beautiful you were at that moment, when your hair laid on your shoulders, showing him those fuckingly beautiful tits in a brightly red lacy bra and only in Adidas shorts, taking your soaking wet socks down.

"Don't be shy." - You smiled, taking his hoodie off his body, leaving him only in his t-shirt and jeans. You slowly lowered down to your knees, your look heavily indicating that you're imaging his cock down in your throat at that exact moment, but you just took his shoes off. - "Would taking my shorts off help you with deciding?" - You stood up again, but he could easily recognize that you're still drunk as fuck.

"Nah, I'm good." - He went with the stairs by your side, slowly making his body wet. You swam to the middle, taking a swift sweep under the water before ascending back to the surface. You felt as your make-up smudged on your skin and his your had got stuck to your hair, while Fez was still standing next to the steps, watching you as you made few tempos to where he was standing.

"How's the water?" - You whispered, crawling onto his shoulders with your hands, hugging his waist with your legs. Fezco only smiled back, putting his hands to hold your ass again. He liked your ass, you could feel that it's firm, but his fingers could still play with it.

"Fine?" - He answered and smiled a bit when you leaned once again to give him a kiss. This one was passionate, desperate, your teeth sometimes hit each other. You tasted sweet - there was a sign of alcohol, but overall, he could feel only you. He tasted like a weed. But you didn't mind.

He could say that he was totally ok with kissing you in front of everyone. It was nothing too harming for what the others thought of you and he didn't feel like he was getting a benefit of you being drunk. 

That was the last thing you could recall that night. Since the last kiss, it was blurry and black-outed in your head.